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lirik lagu undisputed – ludacris


(feat. floyd mayweather)

[floyd mayweather speaks]

[ludacris:]
back up on dat *ss,
back to put rappers on one knee like they bout to run 100 meter dash,
bow down to greatness, before i get p*ssed and run up in the stands like the indiana pacers,
covered all my bases, straight, no chasers,
diamonds on my chain look like my neck’s full of glacers,
t*tanic flow, t*tanic dough, women on my nuts like “where da t*tanic go?”
i been scourin’ da earth, makin’ my fans catch da holy ghost at my shows like ya grandma at church,
and the fat lady singin’, it’s ova for you rappers,
can’t none of ya’ll bust your just sacs full of s*m*n,
and i got da women screamin’, and they could catch my b*lls on any given sunday like my name’s willy beaman,
or ll cool, so if ya boyfriend thinks your loyal to his *ss then he’s a motherf*ckin fool,
got jewels on my pinky, jewels on my wrist
iconic status and his name is ludacris,
b*tch please, you messin with some real o.g’s,
with million dolla whips dat i ship from overseas,
got a pocket full of g’z, and the inconvenient truth is that the ozone is back cause i been smokin’ all da trees,
the globe is warmin’ up when we fire up the blunt,
and put it in the air like evil knievel stunts,
wat you want from me? i got pistols for da haters,
ya fam will be in black like the playin’ for da raiders,
and ya music isn’t favored, and dj’s they neva bring it back like when you go and borrow somethin’ from ya neighbor,
like a cup full of sugar, a rope full of salt,
the name of my car insurance is yo f*ckin fault,
and if you sittin on chrome, i’ll call up my boys and have you stripped of ya medals like marion jones, n*gg*…

[floyd mayweather speaks]

[ludacris:]
back up on da scene, back to put a nail in these rappers’ coffins i got the hammer in my jeans,
call me mr.fixit, barrel hotter than a fresh batch of home-made b*ttermilk biscuits,
a-tisket, a-tasket, a custom-made casket,
luda leaves intruders stretched out like gymnastics,
and acrobatics i’m superstar status, the mouth of the south like gangsta grillz you b*st*rd,
the international traveler, and i may not be much to you but i’m the sh*t out in africa,
so put ya fist up, even the statue of liberty lit a flame for the way that i lit my wrist up,
you can’t compete with me, i got ’em stuck like i made a thousand rappers put shackles on they feet with me,
and then i broke free, i’ll let ’em loose when bobby brown and whitney houston become drug-free,
i’m the baddest mother shut it like shaft was, leavin’ rappers with headaches like bad drugs,
they shoulda warned ya, you got defeated by the heat but, eh, we’ll just say we alonzo mourn’d ya,
so cater coroner, i’ll show up to yo funeral with some gators like i’m fresh outta florida,
call me the swamp thing, ya’ll headed in the wrong direction like you hit the subway and caught the wrong train,
so don’t f**k with it, i’m sendin’ lyrical bullets right at ya dome f**k n*gg*z betta duck with it,
or else you stuck with it,
you’ll get stalked so bad you’ll leava da scene thinkin eight young buck’s did it,
but not in cashville, you lost yo feelin’ like comin down off x chasin’ effects of yo last pill,
you f*ckin daffy dill, you’s a daffy duck,
and i’m the undefeated champ, ya’ll n*gg*s suck!


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